Lonely Man

meds

in the bathroom
where I stand
infront of the medicene cabinet
where there are
many orange bottles
with complicated names
and my name

James Nielsen

I hate my meds.
too many to take
but they help
I suppose.

they calm
the beat of my heart
they quiet
the voices
they steady
my shakiness
they soothe
the pain

I still hate my meds.

so many
at my reach

so easy to take
too much.

take too much?
oh you mean overdose?
oh no. I couldn't.

she wouldn't want me too.

I couldn't bare
to put her through it
again.
seeing me.
especially when
she left because of me.

so I put
the right amount
in my palm
and take it
as directed.

to keep my sanity.

but I can
nearly assure you

if I left like she did,
I'd go to hell.